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A Meditative Attempt At Comforting You are my synapses, My consciousness, My chemistry And everyone’s. I have no ‘my’, I have no say. We are combined and mixed as one. We are a kind of moon and sun. That being so, One has to rest and be at ease In seeming ****** catastrophes: Ageing’s ills and strains unbidden. Youth’s robustness to bed-ridden Impotence that needs to ask for each and every Life’s dependency. This, for a friend ‘who sees an end, And for another with the bother Of a herniated rupture. This, a meditative scripture On attempts to see things are they are; As they really, really are, Have been and will be ever. A Meditative Attempt At Comforting 9.4.2018 God Book II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin
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Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 6:54 AM UTC
A Meditative Attempt At Comforting
A Meditative Attempt At Comforting You are my synapses, My consciousness, My chemistry And everyone’s. I have no ‘my’, I have no say. We are combined and mixed as one. We are a kind of moon and sun. That being so, One has to rest and be at ease In seeming ****** catastrophes: Ageing’s ills and strains unbidden. Youth’s robustness to bed-ridden Impotence that needs to ask for each and every Life’s dependency. This, for a friend ‘who sees an end, And for another with the bother Of a herniated rupture. This, a meditative scripture On attempts to see things are they are; As they really, really are, Have been and will be ever. A Meditative Attempt At Comforting 9.4.2018 God Book II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin
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Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 6:54 AM UTC
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